Article and Photography by interpedalers

It had probably been 20 years since I last visited Bundaberg; certainly long enough to forget all of its subtle charm. I thought of Bundaberg as just a big Rum town, but its endless fields of sugar cane and beautiful rocky coastline put a whole new spin on the place. Read More

Article and Photography by Yukon Frolics

Through more good fortune than anything else, someone cancelled their trip into Rose lake cabin this pat weekend, and I was able to weasel into their place .

Conditions were perfect. The weather was perfect, and Josh, Sierra and Tony were stoked for a trip up the Watson river, overnight in the Rose lake cabin, then out. I suggested going back out the Watson, as my previous foray into the Rose creek valley had shown it to be a snow-less, tussocked slog fest.

However, Sierra was keen on the full loop, and who am I to argue against a good suffer-fest? Saturday dawned stellar and -20C, but a late start had up spinning up the Watson river trail in noon-ish warmth. Did I mention the trails were as good as winter trails can get? We could have ridden cyclo-x bikes in there.

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Article by interpedalers | Photography by interpedalers

Riding for enjoyment is a lot more satisfying than trying to hang on to your backyard KOMs. Someone is always faster! I get sick of riding the same route week after week, so I try and mix it up with some hills, coastal cruises and the local crit. Brisbane has some great bike paths on offer; Kedron Brook Cycleway, River Loop (Bicentennial Bikeway), Centenary Bikeway, and my personal favourite – Jim Soorley Bikeway. I don’t often ride it, even though its literally a stones throw away, but when I do it reminds me why I like love the ride. 11 km of car free pleasure from Nundah to Nudgee Beach – best experienced at sunrise, like all costal rides, of course! Read More

Article and Photography by Hoffisterei

Mid-january ride of the M&M’s (Michi, Mario and Me) to the lakes. They said there will be some sun today. Read More

Article and Photography by Off Route

 In late October, 1520, Ferdinand Magellan and his fleet of three round hulled carracks and a caravel, having already quelled a mutiny and wrecked a fifth ship, pulled west around Cape Virgines and into the Straight of Magellan. They sailed into a new ocean, which earned its name on that unusually calm day, after thirty-four days. The fourth ship deserting back to Spain, three remaining ships set out across this unknown ocean. They would not see land for 98 days – that is, those who would ever see land again. That was pure adventure. They were space-traveler, floating blindly and under-supplied into the mystery. Read More

 Article and Photography by Zen On Dirt

Tomorrow is going to be a hungry day. But that’s okay, because we have our tarp up, a fire going, dinner cooking, and it’s raining.

We’d gotten to the base of a surprise climb, as in “Surprise! You didn’t look at the map close enough and didn’t realize you had a 1,000 feet to climb and then four miles of traversing high on the divide before you really get to drop down for the day”. We were filling up on water and had determined that we’d need to fill up completely to be able to make dinner, breakfast, and make it to the next water source. I picked up my bag with 100 oz of water in it – Hey, it looks really grim and gray up on the divide, how about we call it early, go back to that beautiful camp site we saw 25 yards ago, and make a fire instead of climbing and getting stormed on up high? Read More

Article and Photography by Gradient

It was nine o’clock in the morning, and I’d taken the Friday off work. The departure time had been carefully chosen based on the amount of daylight, and the idea that roads would be quieter for the duration of my ride. Starting any later could have easily resulted in experiencing increased traffic through the narrowest portions of the trip. Garmin was ready, my rear light was rhythmically flashing and Blairs hand gave me a firm handshake accompanied with some encouraging words. I was off.

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Article and Photography by While Out Riding

San Pedro – Laguna Verde – Polques – Laguna Colorada – Arbol de Piedra – Laguna Hedionda – San Juan

It’s been a dream of mine to cycle across the Bolivian Altiplano for almost as long as I can remember – inspired first by travels through South America as a teenager, then by photographs taken by bike touring compadres I’ve met over the years.

Probably because of this, crossing the border from Chile into this rugged, landlocked country had an especially powerful and emotional resonance: it may have been a couple of decades in the making, but I’d made it, at last! Read More

Article and Photography by Hoffisterei

Todays cross squad in reverse alphabetical order: Ulf, Michi, me. Within city limits. On a former military training ground. Motocross and tank tracks. Childish men with helmets. Wasted youth.

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Article and Photography by interpedalers
There’s this switch in my brain that I can’t seem to turn off. Despite telling myself it was just going to be an easy ride up and down the esplanade, I find myself riding like a man possesed, trying to catch the wheel of some old guy that just flew past me. “C’mon man,  don’t pull that stunt on me! I’m just cruising along on my easy morning ride taking pictures and now you are turning this into a competition.” It’s 6:00am, I am dripping with sweat and we’re just getting started.

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Article and Photography by Cani Sciolti Valtellina

So, here we are Ladies and Gentlemen to narrate the 3rd and last day of maze. I’m here laying on the couch with a laptop on my lap and a beer in my left hand, already missing the stony forays of the days ago through the lands of thin air and redden arses. I asked Pagha if he had by chance taken any picture of me (riding, or sitting or whatever) during those 3 dayz, but he has bigger problems now. I should start taking selfies…

“And if it rains, what will we do?” – a guest continuously repeating to his spouse the previous evening. – “Yes, but if it’ll rain?”

Anyway, we closed the loop.

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Article and Photography by Cani Sciolti Valtellina

8:00 am – The morning after; sitting in a cafeteria; the barkeeper chatting with a customer: “Holy s@#t! Last night the temperature dropped down to -3°C. Didn’t you notice that?”

  • “Hey Pagha, did you notice?”
  • “Nearly…”
  • “Yeah, nearly…”

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Article and Photography by Cani Sciolti Valtellina

…People say “outside is free” and when I wrote to Pagha to submit him my idea for a 3-days all-mountain MTB tour, I was thinking that that sentence is almost true:

  • “I ain’t got no money at all, so we must travel with tent and sleeping bag”
  • “I ain’t got neither tent nor sleeping bag, but I’ll equip myself later today”

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Article and Photography by Bike Grease And Coffee

Don’t count your poodles before they hatch- Ya might end up with jackals... My thoughts on the weather of the high Peruvian Andes this time of year. Those white puffy clouds could turn sinister at anytime. It has constantly kept us guessing, getting up at the butt-crack of dawn and dashing about for some kind of shelter in the afternoons. Though despite the cold soakings and soggy gear, there is nowhere else I would rather be riding. So many times I stop to just soak it all in (not a reference to the rain). The quiet vastness and the toe curling pulchritude. Unplanned brake lever grabs are usually to just gape and stammer in reverence of my surroundings. Like I wanna take my skin off like an old suite and wrap my silly smile around the back of my ears. All naturally generated by two wheels, a bit of effort and an absolute enjoyment of exploring this planet. Simple, long and enraptured days filled with moments and scenes that leave us in a humbled awe, wondering what could come next?  Its been a seriously beautiful and arduous last few weeks.

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 Article and Photography by Stefan Feldmann

It’s was the only ride that I ever thought of whenever I looked across at the North Shore here in Vancouver. With a combined climbing of about 3400 metres up three mountains over 140km, it was the one ride that always wanted to cross off the list. Starting in Vancouver one climbs the three mountains of Seymour, Grouse and Cypress on the North Shore, each time returning to the base before attempting the next. Each climb on is decent on its own, averaging 8% and are popular with the local cycling community, but linking them together is where the magic is. Especially given that Grouse is a gravel road. Yes, an 8% gravel service road up to a ski hill.

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